Ice
by mignon ledgardconjunction
Highly Commended, August 2009
Judged by George Szirtes
why leave shadows
and enter the fractured red
when ploughed snow
brings the horizon closer
it is such poor vision
behind a broken window
glass shattered
to dust
we walk and wonder
why feet ache
A good short poem - the last line feels a little thinner than the rest: such a rational question after that fractured red! The aural aspect is lovely: the sheer sound of it is excellent. --George Szirtes